The future is creasing to exist, devoured by the all-voracious present. We have annexed the future into the present, as merely one of those manifold alternatives open to us.
“‘Horses and voters,’ the baron liked to say among friends, ‘if you do not put blinders on them, they will throw you into the nearest ditch.’”
Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky | The Return of Munchausen
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